"You can't be serious," he laughed. "I mean, it was sad, but a whole week?"

"I'm serious!" she told. "I don't know what happened, but Hedwig died and I just bawled. I couldn't pick up the book after that." She shrugged. "It was really pathetic."

"No, it's cute," he argued and brushed his fingers through her hair. "Still though, a week. I finished that book in three days."

"Yes, I know. You've told me about three times," she rolled her eyes, a smile still glued to her lips.

"Well, I'm proud."

"More like smug."

He laughed and kissed her gently, her skins heat warming his entire body.

They stared at each other for a second as they lay in his bed. She'd accustomed herself to coming over now, not just to have sex (though they never pushed away the moment when it arose) but to talk. They sat around his house and talked and listened and watched movies and ate and Sebastian loved it. He found out so much about the girl he was laying next to, and she about him.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers again. The pit in her stomach fluttered and she sighed as he pulled away. She couldn't remember being so content, not even with Brittany. She had been happy with Brittany… but in such a different way. The way Sebastian made her happy made her feel light and on air, like she couldn't do anything wrong, and even when she did… it was okay, because he still wanted to be with her.

To them, their relationship was official. To the rest of the world (excluding Brittany, who had been told during the break up), they hated each other. They had to, being from rival clubs and such spit fire personalities. He was an ass and she was a bitch.

But that was beyond not the case.

He wanted everyone to know about them. That somehow they were working out. That even with his snark and her sass, they managed to compliment and fit into each other perfectly. He wanted to show off and brag that out of everyone else in the world, she had chosen him. She could have had anyone, she had even had a better deal, but in the end she wanted him to have her. After a long time of being rejected and hurt, he finally had something real and beautiful. How could he not want to brag?

"I want to take you out," he confessed. "On a date. To Breadstix."

Her eyes looked apologetic. "I know… I want you to." She took her hand and laced her fingers through his. "I want to hold your hand in public. And have you pick me up from school."

"Then I should," he sighed. "I should be. I want to."

"I know but…" Her words stop and she gnawed on her bottom lip.

"The New Directions," he sighed, knowing this was the only thing standing between them and becoming public with their relationship.

"I just… I don't know what I would say. How do I tell them the guy they hate so much is my new boyfriend?" She stared down at his shirt, in deep thought about the conflict she was facing.

He felt like a tween girl as he smiled at her calling him her "boyfriend". He really shouldn't have gotten so hyped over it, but he couldn't help it. It felt so official and he loved it. He was so tired of being nothing more than just "one night stands", and being with Santana… It made him feel good.

He took his free hand and brushed it through her hair again. "Just say… This is my boyfriend. Get the fuck over it," he told her. "Why do you care what they think anyways? Can't you just tell them the screw off?"

"Because," she exhaled, pausing momentarily to play with the collar of his shirt. "They're my friends Seb. Even though they're the biggest group of wannabes, cry babies, back stabbing, hypocrites ever, they're my friends. I don't want to lose them all." She stopped again and looked into his eyes. "I want to show them that this," she gestured between their two bodies, "Isn't just some way for me to rebel or that we're just some fling. I want to show that you really are my boyfriend."

He grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers and he stared at them, feeling completely cheesy as he noticed how well they fit together. Their entire bodies fit together just as well, he belonged to be intertwined with the Latina, they were built for each other.

"Then you have to tell them," he told her, going back to stare into her eyes. "You just have to tell them and convince them that we are real."

"I will," she breathed.

"Tomorrow," he said firmly. He didn't want to delay what they had any longer.

She stared at him, trying to weigh if this was an argument she: A) could win and B) wanted to have, because she wanted to go public, too. She wanted nothing more than to have him pick her up from school and see girls swoon over how smoking hot he was but he was taken by the one girl who could easily tear them a new one so they couldn't dare touch him because he belonged to her, Santana Lopez.

So she agreed. "Okay, I'll tell them."

A smile broke across his face and he leaned over to kiss her once more, before mumbling against her lips, "Looks like we're coming out tomorrow."

She laughed and slapped his shoulder before kissing him again.

!&!

Santana gave a small, polite smile to Quinn as she sat next to her in the choir room. Her eyes glanced to the phone in her hands, and sighed as it told her she had no new text messages.

"What's wrong?" Quinn asked, causing Santana to redirect her attention to the blonde, who she had been spending a lot of time with since her and Brittney's break up.

Santana quirked her eyebrow and put her phone back in her lap. "Yeah, I'm fine," she told.

"You look a little upset," Quinn said. "I was wondering if you were thinking about," she twitched her head to side, and Santana looked behind her to see Brittney and Artie talking and sitting very close to each other.

Santana was surprised by the lack of shock her body held. She wasn't angry or jealous that Brittney was moving on so quickly, because really Brittney deserved someone like Artie. It had been wrong of Santana to tear that apart. She didn't have a right to be jealous about the relationship in anyway.

She checked her phone again.

"I'm fine," she told Quinn and gave a small smile.

"Alright guys!" Mr. Schue yelled, walking in and greeting the New Directions as he always did. "In just three short weeks, we will be making our way to Chicago where we will-and I completely believe what I am about to say-win at Nationals."

Everyone clapped, and Santana glanced at her phone again.

"But first," he continued, "Santana has something she would like to say." He stepped aside and gestured for the Latina to take his place. She walked to the front of the crowd, and felt her coward side come out as she stared at the eyes in front of her.

Today was it. He made her promise today she would tell them. As much as it scared her, she knew she had to tell them.

"Alright guys, uhm," she coughed and clasped her hands together. "As all of you know, me and Brittney broke up a couple weeks ago. We dealt with it best we could but, um, we haven't told anyone why we broke up, and it's because…" She paused, and glanced at the eyes that were so unpredictable and she was so worried as to how they would take the news. They would be very quick to reject her, she knew. "Because I was seeing someone else."

The reaction was loud and quick:

"WHAT?"

"Santana how could you?"

"Oh, poor Brittney…"

"Who'd you cheat with San?"

"Yeah, who's the other girl?"

That question made Santana's lips quirk. She had almost forgotten that they didn't know her revelation about her sexuality. So much of her had changed that they knew nothing about, and with that thought she felt a pang of guilt because they were suppose to be her best friends and she had been hiding so much from them.

"Everyone, please," she called for their attention. "Let me explain. The person who I cheated with meant nothing to me at first. We had a lot of sexual tension and I figured a few good screws and that would be enough." Her words froze as memories splashed to the front of her mind and she though of those first few times with Sebastian and how good it was to be with him and how those feelings were still so potent.

"But?" Mercedes pressed, not happy with the small delay in her words.

"But, um," Santana quickly tried to get her train of thought back on track. "But, I… I started caring about him." The words brought a silly smile to her face as other memories of them hugging and talking and kissing lightly came up. She hoped everyone would see how happy she was just by the girly smile on her face, that they would just be able to see how Sebastian made her feel.

Her smile though, wasn't what caught everyone's attention.

"Him?" a few different voices yelled in what sounded like panic.

She inhaled sharply as they yelled. She had forgotten that they still saw her as a lesbian and had no knowledge of her recent self-discovery as pansexual. Another thing to explain. Great.

"Yes, he." She stared at the rude group intensely, silently warning them that if they didn't shut up, Snix was going to be the one telling them this and she wasn't nearly as patient as Santana was being. "Now, I know a lot of you assumed that because I was with Brittany that I was a lesbian, and for awhile I thought I was too, but I was never with Brittany because she was a girl. I was with her because… I loved her." This time, when she stopped, it was to glance at Brittany, who was looking at her. She remembered what she had said when she broke up with too sweet girl.

"We have to break up."

"What?"

"We…. We have to break up."

"W… Why?"

"I've been… Seeing someone."

"What?"

"I've been cheating on you. I'm so sorry."

"Why?"

"…. I don't know."

She shook her head and continued. "I found out I'm pansexual."

"Does that mean you're attracted to pans?" Sugar asked and Rory patted her shoulder sympathetically.

"No." Santana rolled her eyes and continued to explain. "It means that… gender doesn't matter. I thought I was straight as they came until I met Brit, then I figured I was lesbian. But now… this guy…" The same silly smile adorned her face.

"Well, who is it?"

"Britt-"

"Who were you cheating on me with?"

"Santana, if you're having a hard time coming to terms with your sexuality-" Kurt started, but Santana quickly stopped him.

"No Kurt. I am at terms with my sexuality. I'm pansexual. This guy, I can't say I love him, but I really care about him. And it would mean a lot to me if you guys could try and accept him."

"I don't think I should."

"Just tell me San. Please."

"Santana, we're your friends," Quinn said. "Of course we'll give him a chance."

Santana smiled. "That's all I want."

"Well, who is it?" Blaine asked, being as optimistic as ever.

Santana bit her lip nervously and stared at Blaine, feeling like his optimism would soon evaporate. That all of their kindness would go away as soon as she said it. "Um, well, he doesn't go to this school, but you guys do know him…." She looked away and hoped that they could put two and two together so she wouldn't have to confess it to them out loud.

But they didn't. They all looked at each other confused and mumbling things at each other until someone (she's too caught up with keeping her voice even to note who) said: "Tell us who it is Santana."

"Who is it Santana?"

Just like when she told Brittany, she took a deep breath before admitting the name.

"Sebastian."

The reaction was instantaneous.

"What?"

"Santana!"

"You can't be serious!"

"You are joking right?"

The shouts are fierier than her resolution as pan. Blaine looks betrayed and Kurt looks like he could spit on her. Finn's face has conjured up a disgusted sneer and everyone else is clearly trying to comprehend how she could do this.

She was scared by the reaction. She expected it to be intense, but not that hateful. Sure, they had agreed to be open-minded, but now with the knowledge of who she was talking about, it looked like they were backing out of that deal.

"Guys, please-" she tried to start again, but they wouldn't let her this time.

Kurt barked at her, his eyes lit with a rage she had only seen a handful of times. "What are you thinking Santana? Do you know who you're talking about?"

"Yes, but if I can-"

"Santana, he tried to blind Blaine!"

"I know but if I can just-"

"He been trying to break me and Blaine up for months!"

"I know, but please-"

"Wait," it's Sugar who spoke this time. "Isn't he gay?"

Santana opened her mouth, ready to tell he was bisexual (they had no need to know back story), but she was cut off again, this time by a voice behind her.

"Not really, bisexual more like it.'

She turned sharply and saw him-Sebastian- standing in the doorway and looking worried. "Seb," she mumbled. "What are you doing here?"

He walked in, only looking at her and said, "You told me you were telling them today; I came to make sure you were alright."

She was so thankful for him at that moment, because even though his actions should have made her look weak, she actually felt cared for. She hoped the club would see that.

They didn't though, they just saw Sebastian for all he was worth three months ago. They didn't see that he had changed in that time period, and that she had changed with him. They simply saw the same two people they only knew who are awkwardly placed in front of them.

"Oh, come on," Rachel scoffed. "Of course she's alright. We're her friends, Sebastian." The group around her made noises of agreement.

"Yeah, you guys looked really friendly when you were yelling at her a second ago," he shot back before he reached a hand up to gently grab her bicep, silently asking if she was okay. She smiled, and nodded in response.

Kurt interrupted their brief moment. "Well, as her friends we're trying to talk some sense into her. For some reason she's convinced herself that you are an acceptable person to look at for more than ten seconds without having the urge to gag." He deliberately blinked his eyes for longer than necessary after saying this.

"You could always try listening to what she has to say," Sebastian snarled though his teeth, trying his hardest to be on his best behavior.

"So she can tell some bullshit you've brainwashed her with? Yeah, no thanks."

"Kurt!" Santana yelled, completely shocked with his attitude. "You need to shut the hell up and stop acting like you know everything."

"Okay, everyone calm down," Mr. Schue stood up and looked between Kurt and Santana, who were having an all out glare match. "Now, I know we're all shocked, but-"

"But nothing Mr. Schue!" Rachel whined. "She's flirting with the enemy at least!"

"Oh, shut up Rachel St. James." Santana shot back and Rachel's whole face went red and she shut her mouth. "I'm allowed to date whoever I want." she reached her hand over and grabbed Sebastian's, squeezing it. "I want to be with Sebastian. He's my boyfriend because I want him to be. This is my decision, just like how it was my decision to tell you guys." She sighed, and her eyes stung slightly. "Apparently that was the wrong decision."

Everyone lowed their eyes and looked away from the couple. She wanted them to apologize, to say they were sorry and that they would try to accept the one person who made her truly happy.

They didn't.

"I guess I quit then," she declared, squeezing Sebastian's hand even tighter.

Everyone started to protest then, which really made Santana angry, but no one spoke louder than Sebastian.

"San, no." He tugged her hand, making her look at him. You can't quit. You love this club."

"Sebby," Santana mumbled the nickname quietly. "I can't stay here. Nobody's going to accept me."

"Nationals are coming up; they're going to need you," he encouraged. "You stay in the club, they'll eventually have to get over that we're together." He turned to stare at the gang of wannabes his girlfriend felt the need to call friends. It was fine though, he would get use to it. And they would have to as well. "Right?"

Nobody said anything, not that he really expected them to, but from the look on Santana's face, she had been. He squeezed her hand tighter.

"Okay, well I guess that settles it," the teacher said, and shrugged at the clan of students. "I guess it's time to start rehearsal.

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the man's poor antics to smooth things over. Santana was right, this guy was ridiculous.

"I'm gonna go," he whispered to her, trying to ignore the judgmental eyes starring at them. "You want me to pick you up?"

"Yeah," she whispered just as low. "I'll be done by five."

"Okay, I'll see you then." He leaned in and pecked her softly on the lips, intending to show Few Directions that they weren't going to hide their relationship anymore.

During the small kiss, they both heard the abrupt sound of a chair sliding. They pulled back just in enough time to watch as Brittany stormed out of the room.

Santana gripped his hand tighter.

!&!

Sebastian sighed dramatically as he parked in his driveway. He looked over at the tan girl in his passenger seat, who was starring at his house and biting her lip nervously.

"You know, we don't have to do this," he told, hoping she would assume he was trying to get rid of her discomfort instead of his own.

She turned her head and lifted her eyebrow at him. "I thought you wanted to be more public with our relationship?"

He sighed again, and leaned back in his seat. "I do, but… I forgot that included," he inhaled slowly before letting out, in an exhausted tone: "My parents."

Normally, she would have giggled at his behavior and called him a "drama queen", but right now she was too tense. She had no clue how this whole scene would go over, and Sebastian's unwillingness wasn't helping in the slightest.

"She's really not gonna like me, is she?" Santana asked as she looked back at the house.

"Not sure. I mean, maybe since you are the girl who turned her son straight."

She reached over and slapped his shoulder. "I'm trying to be serious."

A small smile twitched his lips. He reached over and grabbed the hand that had slapped him and he massaged the back of it with his thumb lightly. "I don't really know, babe. I've never introduced anyone to my parents, especially a girl since they still think I'm gay. So I really don't know."

She smiled at him, thankful he was being honest instead of bullshitting her and saying things like "they'll love you" and "it'll be fine". It prepared her a lot more than those fibs would.

Santana leaned over and kissed Sebastian, only meaning to for a minute but… Well, she was glad to have the center console, since that seemed to be the only thing that kept them apart.

Eventually, she pulled away and he was hoping she would suggest they just leave and find a place that was center console-less.

Instead though, she said, "Well, time to find out."

!&!

"But you're gay," Sebastian's mom repeated for the twelfth time (Santana had been keeping count). The utter shock on "Maureen" and "Daryl's" face would have been hilarious in any other situation. Right now though, as she sat across the table from her new boyfriend's parents and clung to his hand under the table, they were more displeasing than anything.

"I know that's what I told you mom, but I've never really been… sure. I just kind of… thought that I liked boys," he explained. "I told you what me and Jared talked about."

"Yes, but…" Her eyes gazed over to Santana, who immediately sat up straighter. "I just want to make sure you're… happy."

"I am happy Mom. Santana means a lot to me." He squeezed her hand under the table. She smiled over at him, but he kept his gaze glued to his parents. "I know this will take some getting use to, but I just wanted you guys to know."

"Yes, thank you honey," Maureen said and patted the hand he left lying on the table.

"Have you two thought about this?" Daryl suddenly said, starring between the couple. "I mean, I'm glad you came to terms with who you are and your past Sebastian, and I'm glad you could help him Miss, but have you guys really thought about this?"

Santana turned her confused stare to Sebastian, who had his brow furrowed together.

"School's almost over," he continued. "College will be starting soon. Sebastian, you've be leaving for Massachusetts in just a few months."

"We've talked about it," Sebastian told. "We're taking it a day at a time."

"That's all well and dandy, but you're going to Harvard. You need to make sure your priorities are in order."

"They are," Sebastian defended. "I'm not giving up on Harvard. Just because I have a girlfriend now doesn't mean I stop working on the plan I've fulfilling for the past six years."

"Getting into a serious relationship can make you lose focus," Daryl told before throwing his attention to Santana, who sat up even straighter. "You seem like a nice young girl, but you have to see where I'm coming from. Sebastian has a whole future ahead of him that he shouldn't cast aside for a fling."

"It's not a fling," Sebastian argued quickly. Santana squeezed his hand this time. "She means a lot to me dad, and she knows how important my future is. I'm going to Harvard, no matter what."

"You say that now, but-"

"No, no buts dad," Sebastian leaned forward, showing his dad he was not backing down from the argument. "I am going to Harvard. I am going to be with Santana. I'm not giving up my dream for her, and I'm not giving her up for my dream."

Santana's heart fluttered in her chest. He squeezed her hand.

"Well what are you two going to do then?" his mom asked this time. "Harvard is very far away from Lima, and you two will be so busy, long distance will be impossible."

"Actually," Santana spoke up before she could stop herself. "I applied to some school in Massachusetts."

Everyone stopped and stared at her. Santana felt her face go red and realized how weird that sounded. She hadn't even told Sebastian yet.

"You have?" said boy asked, directing all of focus on her.

"I, uh," she stopped and sat up straighter, trying to find a way to explain this as best as she could. "Um, I did. Before we started, uh, talking and stuff. I have an aunt who lives there, and that's why I applied. Not because… I just, I was going to tell you but-"

"So you might be going to Massachusetts?" Sebastian asked, trying to clarify her jumble of words.

Santana paused, glancing swiftly at his parents curious gaze, and then to Sebastian concentrated look and she knew she sounded crazy to them. A girl who was ready to leave everything behind for some guy, even though that's not how the story went. Still, she would roll with it, and if Sebastian didn't label her as clingy, then she would explain in detail later.

"Yes, I might," she told.

Sebastian smiled wide.

!&!

Santana looked away when Sebastian opened the car door. She bite her lip when he leaned down and stared at her, sitting in the passenger seat and refusing to unbuckle herself from the car. She didn't think she could go two days in a row dealing with adults. She didn't want to do it again. Yesterday had been awkward enough, why did she have to go through it all again?

"San, baby," Sebastian pleaded with an amused smirk on his face. "Come on, let's go in."

She continued to not look his way. "Why are you so anxious? Aren't you suppose to be all worried and unwilling to meet my parents?"

"I should be, but you've taken over that job," he teased.

Santana whipped her head to glare at him. "I'm worried okay? I went through a lot telling my parents I was gay and now I'm just jumping trains again. What if they get mad? My mom may seem sweet but she can go all Lima Heights and-"

Sebastian, tired of her worrying, stopped the Latina quickly and pressed his lips to hers. "They're not gonna be mad," he mumbled against her lips.

"Oh, because you know them so well?" she replied sarcastically before pushing her lips against his.

He chuckled, and grabbed her hand as she kissed him harder, clearly trying to take his mind off of what they were suppose to be doing. He kissed back, thinking he could keep his mind together enough to remember that they had a situation to confront.

That was, until she stuck her tongue in his mouth.

He pulled away quickly and felt his brain go everywhere. "No, stop. Stop that."

"But Sebby-" she started to whine.

"No. Come on. Let's get this over with." And he pulled her out of the car.

!&!

"… So you're straight again?" her mother asked and Santana let out a big sigh as she leaned against the counter next to Sebastian.

"No, not straight just-"

"I mean, honey, I don't care, really. As long as you're happy-"

"I am, really."

"But you need to make sure this is what you want and it isn't just you-"

"No, mom, we're serious and I really like him."

"That's fine then and I'm sure your papa will agree that as long as you're happy."

"I am, Mom. Seriously. Sebastian makes me happy."

"Okay, then I'm happy."

And that was it.

Sebastian stared between the two women, still starring at each other. Santana had a big grin on her face, and "Maribel" was shaking her head and silently laughing.

Why couldn't it have been that easy with his parents?

!&!

This time, when Sebastian opened the car door, Santana extended her hand willingly and placed it into his. He smiled and gripped her hand then slowly pulled her out, taking his time to examine her beauty. Her mid-thigh black skirt, tight red tank top…. She was beautiful. Gorgeous. His.

She smiled up at him and his full gaze. "Breadstix, huh?" she asked teasingly. "Very original for a first date."

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Be quiet, I told you this is where I was going to take you when we 'came out'." She laughed at his choice of words. "Now come on, let's walk in and hold hands and play footsy and make everyone throw up."

"Or make me throw up," Santana said, raising an eyebrow at his suggestion.

"You know I was kidding," Sebastian chuckled. "For real though, let's go in there, eat, and then we'll go back to my place and fuck till the neighbors complain."

Santana laughed, loudly, then shot up and pressed her mouth to his.

"Now that's more like it."